HEER up, desponding soul!
Thy longing pleased I see;
'Tis part of that great whole
Wherewith I longed for thee:
Wherewith I longed for thee,
And left my Father's throne
From death to set thee free,
And claim thee for my own.
2 To claim thee for my own
I suffered on the cross;
Oh, were my love but known,
All else would be as dross!
All else would be as dross,
And souls, through grace divine,
Would count their gains but loss,
To live forever mine.
ESUS! my happy heart
Now gives itself to thee;
Oh, never hence depart!
Reign here eternally :
Thy sacred name alone
All my delight shall prove ;
No joy my soul shall own,
But in thy holy love.
2 And oh, in after years,
When life is fading fast,
When flow repentant tears
Over my errors past:
Still shall this holy vow
Be breathed again to heaven,
And fervently, as now,
My heart to thee be given.
THERE is a blessed home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.
2 There is a land of peace;
Good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease
Within its portals swell;
Around its glorious throne
Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father one,
And Spirit, evermore.
3 Oh, joy all joys beyond!
To see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound,
In hands, and feet, and side;
To give to him the praise
Of every triumph won,
And sing through endless days
The great things he hath done.
4 Look up, ye saints of God!
Nor fear to tread below
The path your Saviour trod
Of daily toil and woe;
Wait but a little while
In uncomplaining love;
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.
END kindly light amid the encircling gloom,
And lead me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step's enough for me.
2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on!
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved day's dazzling light, and spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
3 So long thy power hath blessed me, surely still
"T will lead me on!
Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
HY will be done!" In devious way
The hurrying stream of life may run;
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say,
"Thy will be done.”
2 "Thy will be done!" If o'er us shine
A gladdening and a prosperous sun,
This prayer will make it more divine:
"Thy will be done.”
3 "Thy will be done!" Tho' shrouded o'er
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one
Is ours; to breathe, while we adore,
HEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,—
Bow all resigned beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power;
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.
2 Oh, to be brought to Jesus' feet,
Though trials fix me there,
Is still a privilege most sweet;
For he will hear my prayer;
Though sighs and tears its language be,
The Lord is nigh to answer me.
3 Then, blesséd be the hand that gave,
Still blessed when it takes;
Blesséd be he who smites to save,
Who heals the heart he breaks:
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores and death obeys.
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